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Gianni sculpted fantastically fast. Everything in his yard was pampering. He always had a dozen orders plus everything he sculpted for himself. The ecstasy of St. Catherine, for example. He played with materials - wood, bronze, marble, granite. He made metal look like stone, stone, like wood, turned wood into bronze, but so too - dabbled. He always sculpted in full growth.
St. Catherine was circling with him. The Church always puts its saints static, and his marble of her robes spilled, scattered evening dress - the luxury of fabrics. From under the dress of St. Catherine curls were knocked out and curled on the cheeks, on the lips open, the perfect shape of the lips, wrapped tears - marble, but so real that you believed - they are transparent, salty and hot. Tears wet her lips, her eyes closed, her eyelids light like the wings of a bat. Like the wings of a bat - trembling, you believed - tremble eyelids at St. Catherine in ecstasy. And the whole figure of heavy marble was weightless - about to take off. Dance through the air.
Gianni sculpted Katerina from the Stasi. But I saw the Stasi so magnificent only once - in Italy on a rock. Stasi in a heavy robe after an evening swim with a towel on his hair, Stasi champagne hit the heart, we are sixteen, twilight stuck to us purple cotton candy. The Stasi, kissed, summer, swirled to herbert's songs - in pain, rage, happiness. In the pain of the horror of realizing that maybe she would never pull such openness again, she would never feel so good. Furious that childhood is gone, that Herbert and I competed for a transparent girl, but now she can't keep up with us. And she'll never keep up. In rage, pain, that these are the last rays of the sun, when it is the center for us. In happiness - and how without happiness on the rocks of Italy, when you cause a slight intoxication in the lord and the brightest of his warriors? As without happiness?

I was looking for steel that would be more expensive than gold and precious stones.

Metal is tested on fire, man - on wine.

- With this second, whatever we do - "Titanic" is doomed.
But this ship is not sinking!..
- It is made of iron, but iron sinks!

Don't wait for the iron to become hot for forging - but kui, and it will be hot.

Metal requires purity, chastity, and purity is born in flame. You do understand what he taught me? All blacksmithing in the same sentence.

We all are praying and ready to die for metal.
Metal in the morning
Metal at night.
All we pray, for metal we will die.
Metal in the morning,
Metal in the night.

- Well, terrible?
- No. Very nice.
- I also think that it is beautiful. You know, sometimes the beauty of a quiet, brooding: meadow, birch white cost. And this special beauty is manmade... No, you just think! Is coal of the Kuzbass, the ore of Krivoi Rog. Millions of years they have lain in the bowels of the earth, and here, in fire, in the blast furnace, they will meet. Thus is born the metal.

This jaw - just lovely!
Behind the sadness, grief!..
Stainless steel jaw
Stainless steel.

I do not believe that you are weak - even high-quality metal immediately becomes a good blade. Don't believe that you're invulnerable - even the good blades sometimes break down.

Paradox: despise not metal abhor filthy lucre.

In his eyes I see the steel. He will never be mine, but sorry.

Each metal, each substance, each plant have properties and elements that can worsen or improve the patient's condition.

Metal is the most developed and advanced class, and no one can deny that this is the vanguard of the proletariat.